<h1>Of Love and Hell </h1><h2>Kajal </h2><blockquote>Of how the hell fell in love</blockquote><blockquote>and went straight to heaven, </blockquote><blockquote>I know the story of a dove</blockquote><blockquote>who used to weep for a raven.</blockquote><blockquote>Nights when Earth cried</blockquote><blockquote>for tearing Sun and Moon apart,</blockquote><blockquote>When horizons used to pain world,</blockquote><blockquote>there was no war in the name of art.</blockquote><blockquote>Take me back to the time</blockquote><blockquote>when agony was not a trend, </blockquote><blockquote>time of ancients,</blockquote><blockquote>where lies beginnings end.</blockquote><p>More from Kajal ↓</p><ul><li><a href="https://www.instagram.com/mermaidspen_/" rel="noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">@mermaidspen_</a> on Instagram</li><li><a href="https://substack.com/@mermaidspen" rel="noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">@mermaidspen</a> on Substack</li></ul><br/>

Of Love and Hell Kajal Of how the hell fell in loveand went straight to heaven, I know the story of a dovewho used to weep for a raven.Nights when Earth criedfor tearing Sun and Moon apart,When horizons used to pain world,there was no war in the name of art.Take me back to the timewhen agony was not a trend, time of ancients,where lies beginnings end.More from Kajal ↓@mermaidspen_ on Instagram@mermaidspen on Substack

Of Love and Hell Kajal Of how the hell fell in loveand went straight to heaven, I know the story of a dovewho used to weep for a raven.Nights when Earth criedfor tearing Sun and Moon apart,When horizons used to pain world,there was no war in the name of art.Take me back to the timewhen agony was not a trend, time of ancients,where lies beginnings end.<p>More from Kajal ↓</p><ul><li><a href="https://www.instagram.com/mermaidspen_/" rel="noopener noreferrer">@mermaidspen_</a> on Instagram</li><li><a href="https://substack.com/@mermaidspen" rel="noopener noreferrer">@mermaidspen</a> on Substack</li></ul><br>

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